Brother Blood Arrow Novels & Stories

Should I be happy that all this time, what I thought was a sin wasn't true. Axe is not my brother. He's not my lucky brother or maybe unlucky brother. He's a grown man who came into my life under the wrong circumstances with strengths and weaknesses melded together in him simultaneously. He's the man who gave me the wound and the cure at the same time. He's also the man who always sacrificed his life for my safety. He's the man I used to stigmatize as the 'cursed brother' is the man who happens to be the biological father of Oracle, my little hero. Oh, is that why Oracle was born perfect?

“What I'm doing is the result of your brother's actions, who wanted to seize the Blood Pack's wealth. Your brother's actions also caused me to lose Grace!” Aron tried to speak, but his injuries had left him too weak to continue his argument. He could only stare at me with eyes full of regret and defeat. With a strict order from me, the Blood Pack soldiers who were around us immediately captured Alpha Aron. They held the Alpha, who had lost his strength. He was bound and helpless. With steady steps, I raised my sword, and with one decisive blow, Alpha Aron's head separated from his body.

The weight of what we’d just learned sat heavy in the car like smoke. Vittorio. My father’s brother. My uncle. The man who taught me how to shoot when I was twelve. The man who stood beside my father at every family meeting, every funeral, every deal. The man who’d looked me in the eye at our wedding and called the marriage “a disgrace that would weaken us.” I gripped the wheel tighter until my knuckles ached. Alessio’s hand settled over mine on the gear shift—warm, steady. “You’re shaking,” he said quietly.

"I told you we escaped through a drainage lot. I told you Dante got hurt. But I never mentioned my arm. I haven't even let the medic touch it yet. How did you know it was broken, Congo?" Congo's eyes snapped to the rearview mirror, his brow furrowed as a dark, defensive anger flushed across his face. "What exactly are you trying to say, Sophia? How dare you even think I would want to endanger my brother's life?" "I'm just asking a question, Congo," I said, my voice tight, refusing to back down under his glare. "How did you know?" "I am his brother, Sophia!" Congo shouted, his voice booming inside the tight space of the SUV, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. "I share his blood

"Besides, I need to know which side the people in my castle are on." Rena chuckled, "You're very deceptive." "Heh… Isn't this what you and that guy taught me? I just followed what my parents did." "So you acknowledge us as your parents?" "Don't dream, even if this is a lie, the confession will never happen." "But you can't lie to the fact that my blood and His Majesty's blood run through your body." Kevin raised his hand, and looked at his radial artery, "Yes. This disgusting fact... Every time I remember it, I always want to scratch this wrist and spit out the blood I have."

The Brother's Bet 6. The Rules of The Game. The Brother's sat down for a while, Alex grabbed a bottle of whiskey, With a smirk on his face, He poured the wine for his brother. " Why do you seem excited???"Ethan scoffed, Ethan didn't like the idea but growing up his brother's actions has always influenced him. " I mean, She disrespected me so I should be excited at least, Not only but she's also in our home," Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it.

He shifts my thongs and inserts a finger inside me, making me hoist up on the bed and shout, "fuck, Wolfie." "Scarlet?" I jostle up from the bed, sweating all over as my eyes scan everywhere in my confusion. Has all that been a dream? For fucksake, Scarlet! How can I be having wet dreams about my stepbrothers? I think that is even worse until my body swerves to the right-hand side of the bed and goes stiff. Standing before my bed grinning down at me is no other than my three stepbrothers. I flinch backwards, sitting up from the bed. "What are you doing here?" I swipe at my face.

Polly, who's still sucking him, was driving his head, into big chaos, he can't say that he didn't like it, when the tongue twirling his dick was warm and wet makes him thorn between pleasure and morality. “He shouldn't be treating me this way, I'm his big brother, even if so, we're not real by blood, but his still my younger brother, the pinky little brother I used to treasure, why things turn like this?” Aru can't possibly think that the kid who used to hide behind his back, the kid who say “BROTHER I'M SACRED”, The little brother he showed his back when they were cornered with ViVi, when they're trying to run to escape, was really doing this to him, his wide awake, it's not an illusion, al

Blood was slowly spreading across the white shirt he wore like a rose in bloom, except it was my brother's blood painting that canvas. He spat out blood again and my cries grew louder. "I'm so sorry", I muttered like a mantra, hoping that in his near death state, he would hear me. I glimpsed at the knife in my hand and I discovered it to be silver. There wasn't much that killed our kind, but silver definitely did the trick. And with my own hands, I had ended my brother's life. The only thing I could see were my hands soaked in blood. I took deep breaths, finding my heart closing in on itself.

I look around, unable to see any signs of her. "Her shoe is outside. There's a trail of blood leading out." I turn and look at Hugh. "She got out, Marco. By the looks of it, he was alone." A trail of blood means she is hurt, bleeding from somewhere. "I'm so fucking proud of her." Turning, I glare at Dario. "She fought. That is fucking amazing, brother." "She didn't fight, she has lost it. She took a chunk out of his neck!" I stand panicking.